Just the other day, it seems
I was taking a stroll
Betwixt my thoughts and dreams
When I came upon a hole.
Careless and morose,
I wandered too close.
Stumbling!
Oh!
Tumbling!
Woe!
Such a cursed downward trip.
Grasping, clasping, clutching,
The slick sides refused my grip,
And I slipped; lost touch.
Tired and resigned,
My mind went blind.
Descent!
Oh!
Torment!
Woe!
Yet, the world appeared quite clear,
Though my temper was black.
I saw how frightfully drear
wound the future's track.
Frantic, I panicked
At my droll edict.
Penance!
Oh.
Silence...
Woe?
A quaint distraction found me,
And reached out to console.
Insipid pastimes found me,
And filled up the hole.
At last my thoughts, free,
Yet my dreams, empty.
Rescue!
...
Relief!
...
So
...
?
Now I know
I'm my own foe.
Now I know
When he beckons,
Just
say
no.